Skip to comments.Vanity: Ghosts, Ouija Boards, the Paranormal, and God
Posted on 10/27/2009 11:10:27 AM PDT by Debacled
With Halloween only a few days away, discussion of the paranormal is a staple of the creepy holiday each year.
Anybody have any interesting anecdotes about their experiences with hauntings, Ouija boards, and ghosts? Even aside from the typical Halloween characters, have you encountered situations that you think were direct interventions from God?
Anyone want to share their paranormal stories?
Hillary Clinton claimed that she spoke with Eleanor Roosevelt’s ghost in the White House. Then again, Hillary Clinton is a lying witch.
No, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express once.
I believe the mind is capable of much more than most realize. Even though Dan Brown’s new book “The Lost Symbol” sucked, it touched on some of that capability which I believe is non-fiction...
Was it haunted?
I beleive the movie the “Excorcist” is based on a true story, not that of a girl as the movie portrays, but a young boy, that was indeed truly possessed by a demon. I have warned my children about it and other such things, very, very dangerous ...
When I was young and stupid my sis and I tried the ouija board. It told my sis that she was going to die horribly at 17 and said something nasty to me to which I replied FU. Then I burned the thing. Now that I’ve grown as a Christian I see I shouldn’t have messed with that thing at all, but find it amusing that it hated me even then.
Deuteronomy says have nothing to do with real necromancy, and such table tappings I’d never have any part in. (However, I am a long time Dungeons and Dragons player, because I believe my God is smart enough to know that “my M.U. casts sleep” is different from me laying out real candles in a Pentagram in the dead of night and trying to chat up Uncle Earl. And since that kind of thing doesn’t work, you’re talking with demons anyway, so why bother?)
The jiugi board is the worst thing... Can let evil into this world... Just not good to play with it...And I won’t ever watch Excorcist again.. Ever!
Most people have either read the book (1971) or seen the film (1973) The Exorcist, where a young girl character called, Regan MacNeil was thought to be possessed by demons. However, in reality, The Exorcist was based on the true life events of a boy named, Roland Doe.
This story became the inspiration for probably one of the most popular horror films of all time.
The writer of The Exorcist, William Peter Blatty became inspired to write this book after he discovered there were diaries of the exorcism, written by the Jesuit Priests during and after Rev. William S. Bowderns repeated attempts to exorcise thirteen-year-old Roland Doe.
In 1949, William Blatty was an English major student at Georgetown University, when he began reading the newspaper articles regarding the exorcism of Roland Doe. He subsequently approached his lecturer, Rev. Thomas Bermingham informing him of the story. The Reverand then went on to conduct further investigations and discovered that the diaries of Roland Doe had in fact been chronicled by the Jesuit Priests.
It was unfortunate for Blatty, but he was unable to obtain permission to read the diaries, therefore, he had to turn to lengthy newspaper investigations, which resulted in some amazing discoveries:
In January 1949, a young boy called, Roland Doe and his dysfunctional family began experiencing strange occurrences in their home. The location is still undecided for many reasons. One of them being:
Years later when Father Bowdern was asked by Blatty during the making of The Exorcist if he should visit the Doe family, the Father became insistent that the familys location and confidentiality remain secret to protect the boy. However, I can reveal, it was either Maryland, USA, or Mount Rainer, USA.
Wherever the true location may be, it is known that the familys troubles began with minor disturbances, namely scratching sounds heard in various locations of their home (usually coming from the ceiling or the walls). This led the family to suspect rodent infestation. However, after contacting a rodent extermination firm, who carried out a full investigation, it was determined that the house was free of infestation.
It was not long after this when the cause of these disruptions began taking on a more dramatic and sinister role.
Roland Doe was to be the unfortunate victim of this relentless phenomenon.
Whilst sleeping, he began experiencing violent bed shaking episodes and sheets being dragged off his bed. These onslaughts rapidly increased in intensity and could often be heard and witnessed by the family.
As Rolands family became convinced these attacks were genuine, they also started to link Rolands fascination with the Ouija board. Roland began to dabble with this game thanks to his Aunt Tillie, who introduced him to it before she died on January 26th, 1949 - eleven days prior to the start of the paranormal activity.
Although Rolands mother suspected Aunt Tillie was the cause of the haunting, the family had to act quickly as concern grew for Rolands welfare.
As Roland had been baptized a Lutheran after birth, the family called in the help of two Lutheran ministers - one being Rev. Luther Schultze. Accompanying them was a Rabbi, who it is believed was only there because of his knowledge in this type of suspected phenomena.
Whilst the young boy was being assessed by the Rabbi, it is said that Roland suddenly began ranting in a language he had no previous knowledge of.
The two Lutheran ministers had no clue as to what Roland was saying, however, the Rabbi understood every word Roland was speaking the rabbis native tongue of Hebrew fluently!
After researching a number of conflicting articles on the exorcism of Roland Doe and studying the Jesuit priests diaries, I can now give you the facts surrounding the lead up to and the actual exorcism from the best of my knowledge.
It was first understood by myself, after reading various analogies, that Rolands mother held a number of Ouija board séances in order to contact Aunt Tillie, however, I discovered this was not the case:
Roland Does mother suspected that recently departed Aunt Tillie was the cause of Rolands regime of relentless torment. During one episode where Roland was being terrorised by this unknown force, his mother shouted out, if thats you Tillie, knock three times.
Immediately, a cold breeze loomed down and weaved its icy breath around Rolands mother, grandmother, and then Roland himself. Then came three distinct knocks on the floor, which all three of them heard.
Mrs Doe hesitantly asked, if that really is you Tillie, knock four times. Again, all three heard four knocks on the floor but most disturbingly claw like marks were later discovered on Rolands mattress.
However, Aunt Tillie was later discarded as the cause after the paranormal activity carried over into Rolands school. Roland was aghast as his school desk began moving around by itself in full view of the horrified teacher and school children. This later resulted in Rolands expulsion from the school.
Understandably, the Doe family where traumatised as well as fearing for Rolands health as the phenomena increased. Reverend Shultze was brought in to observe the attacks on Roland. Over a period of several nights, Shultze witnessed the boy seeming to be in agony as he slept flaying his arms around and ripping his sheets. The Reverend was still however unconvinced of paranormal activity and referred Roland to the Mental Hygiene Clinic of the University of Maryland for tests. The tests came back with conclusive results Roland was considered in no way abnormal.
Still sceptical of paranormal activity, Shultze asked Roland to stay over at his parsonage. Shultzes main purpose was to discover if Rolands home was being haunted, or whether it was Roland himself.
On February 17th 1949, Roland was taken to Shultzes home where he would spend the night and be monitored by Shultze. The Reverend would not be disappointed.
During the night, the Reverend stated that distinct scratching noises were heard coming from Rolands room. Shultze then entered the bedroom and was horrified to witness Roland being tipped out of the armchair he was sitting in and the bed at his side vibrating.
Shultze would later observe scratches appearing on Rolands body in front of his eyes. The Reverend realised that time was now of the essence and recommended the Doe family contact the Catholics.
Rolands parents were by now so desperate; they decided to take Roland to see Father Albert Hughes at St. James Catholic Church in Mount Rainier.
In the meantime, a very concerned cousin of Rolands, who was a student of Father Raymond J. Bishop at St Louis University confided in him about the paranormal activity taking place in the Doe household. After concluding he had no doubt she was speaking the truth, he decided to discuss this matter with his old friend, Rev. William S. Bowdern.
Father Bowden would go on to be the main instigator in the exorcism of Roland Doe.
Roland Does family was by now clear in mind that evil had possessed their 13-year-old son after he had conducted numerous Ouija board sessions. Their only choice left was to visit Father Albert Hughes at St. James Catholic Church in Mount Rainier for assessment.
Father Hughes was initially disbelieving and hesitant about the case. However, he agreed to conduct the interview encountering probably one of the worlds most inconceivable, unearthly cases of possession known to date.
It was reported; as Father Hughes began interviewing Roland, the icy breath felt by the Doe family during their supposed contact with Aunt Tillie had once more made its hostile return.
Still skeptical, Father Hughes carried on with the interview, which was soon followed by Roland spilling out a tirade of ungodly language directed at the Father. Hughes was evidently stunned but still remained unconvinced. However, this was swiftly dispelled when Roland suddenly began speaking fluently in Latin. A language he had never been taught.
At the end of the interview, there was apparently no doubt in Father Hughes mind that Roland Doe was indeed possessed as he immediately contacted his archbishop, Cardinal OBoyle and asked his permission to conduct an exorcism. This was approved after the Cardinal studied the case and the medical evidence.
The first exorcism of Roland Doe took place at the Georgetown hospital. Before the ritual Roland was tied securely to the bed, which was a normal practice.
As the exorcism commenced, Roland launched a spitting frenzy directed at Father Hughes. It was reported the outpouring was sent with such force and incredible aim, it was described as beyond natural.
The exorcism then came to its grisly end as the young boy began screaming obscenities at the Father and broke free from his restraint. Roland then manifested a power far beyond his years and condition - ripping a metal spring from the bed and slashing the Fathers left arm - resulting in Hughes needing over 100 stitches.
Roland promptly became peaceful after Father Hughes left the room not referring to the exorcism at all; it was as though all memories had drained into a void of obscurity.
Roland was not considered to be in need of hospitalisation after the exorcism and was sent home. In the meantime, Father Hughes was unable to comprehend the reality of what he had just witnessed and suffered a mental breakdown.
The case however remained far from closed; something needed to be done to help Roland. After his cousin had spoken with her professor, Father Bishop at St Lois University (mentioned at the end of part two), it was decided that he and his good friend Father Bowdern would visit Roland.
On March 9th 1949 Father Bishop and Father Bowdern, together with a young Jesuit priest, Fr. Walter Halloran went to Rolands home. During the visit, they were horrified to discover Rolands body had been disfigured with bleeding scratches to his chest. Other phenomenon was also witnessed, which resulted in Cardinal Ritter being petitioned by the priests in order to carry out another exorcism.
The exorcism was granted by Cardinal Ritter on March 16th 1949 soon afterwards the priests began the exorcism rites.
The exorcism took on a sinister air from the start, with violent bed movements reported, extreme hostile language and extensive spitting coming from Roland. When further bloody scratch marks apparently spelled out the words hell and devil it was decided for everyones safety, the exorcism should be carried on in the psychiatric ward at the Alexian Brothers Hospital.
At the hospital, Father Bowdern began the exorcism by reciting prayers from The Roman Ritual. Whilst Father Bishop wrote a diary of the events.
Roland then screamed in apparent pain as the prayers went on. At one point Bowdern was clearly shaken as the boy spat out the words, Im in hell I see you youre in hell its 1957.
Roland then began spitting at the priests again. Fr. Halloran was reported to have said that Roland was an absolute marksman when he spat, he stated that even with his eyes closed Roland would spit right in your face.
The exorcism went on for nights with each episode becoming more fearsome than the last. On one occasion Roland exploded with such rage, he hit Halloran with a force which broke his nose.
Bowdern began reciting the Roman Ritual of Christian Exorcism over and over again:
I cast thee out, thou unclean spirit, along with the least encroachment of the wicked enemy and every phantom and diabolical legion. In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, depart and vanish from this creature of God.
After hours of reciting, Bowdern and the others were alarmed when Roland sat bolt upright and announced in a booming voice he was the Arc Angel Michael and demanded the demon to leave Roland.
Roland writhed around, contorting his body in obscure positions until eventually he lay still. Then he sat up and spoke in his normal voice declaring to all the relieved witnesses, he had just seen a vision of St Michael holding a flaming sword. The exorcism was a success!
Twelve days after the exorcism Rolands family moved from St Louis to Maryland. Roland later wrote to Father Bowdern telling him he was settled and had very vague recollections of what had happened to him.
The last report of Roland Doe is of a happily married man with three children and still living in Maryland.
The Catholic Church has a filed dossier which states that the possession of Roland Doe was genuine with forty one signatures of witnesses to the events.
Ouija board Douglas!
I don’t think so. It did smell like cabbage.
One month after the passing of my mother-in law, my wife and her three sisters were sitting around the kitchen table chatting. My sister-in law pondered aloud, “I wonder what mom is doing right now”. Immediately after making the statement, the lights on the chandelier overhead flickered on and off 3 times. It had never done it before and has never done it since and no one was near the light switch. Absolute true story.
It really is. There be evil there. It’s not just a game. I found that out. And my family thought I was weird for wanting to burn it. But I did anyway.
OK, I have one.
God saved me from being run over by a taxi cab in Manhattan.
We were on a shuttle bus from the Javitz Center back to our hotel. The bus stopped on the opposite side of the street, and everyone on the bus started marching out, single-file, crossing in front of the bus, across the street, and into the door of the hotel.
My boss and I were the first ones on the bus, so we were at the very back. I was the last one to get off the bus, and like a duckling in a line, mindlessly followed the rest of the ducks, crossing in front of the bus.
Now, my momma told me a million times only to cross a street at an intersection, and to never, ever block the view of yourself by stepping out from behind a parked car.
But I was a mindless duckling.
Also, at the trade show at the Javitz, we were given these little backpack shoulder bags to haul all of our free goodies back with... y’all have been to these things... you know...
Well, I shouldered my backpack, mindlessly stepped off the bus, walked in front of it, and just as my foot cleared the side of the bus, someone tried to steal my backpack, and yanked it hard off my shoulder... hard enough to spin me around and pull me back..
As I spun, by left elbow flew out past the side of the bus, and was clipped by the passenger side mirror on a taxi going at least 45 down the narrow Manhattan streets.
The impact made a loud bang, people screamed, and I spun 1080 degrees (spun on my toes 3 complete times). I was not hurt, wasn’t even sure of what happened, except that someone was trying to steal my backpack. I whipped around to see if I could see who tried to take it, but ...
and this is the weird part, because it’s 5:15PM in the middle of 7th Avenue...
From curb to curb on that block, there was not a single person... no one. The sidewalks on either side of the streets were jammed with people waiting to cross onto my block.
But the sidewalk on my block was eerily, deliberately vacant. Not a soul. Not a *human* soul.
I was not injured, by the way, and the taxi driver squealed to a stop, got out, ran to his passenger side, adjusted the mirror, then hopped back into the car and sped away.
My direct intervention from God was where His Word warns us to stay as far away from Ouija boards, tarot cards, etc as possible. Ghosts only exist in as much as they are demons ~ and as such they don’t interest me at all. I basically ignore Halloween now and all it entails.
3 weird stories from my past:
1. When I was a kid, my brother and I found this hole in the forest near our house. We’d often put leaves in it, and in time they’d catch on fire. After years, this hole still seemed to have heat to cause this effect. Not sure what it was.
2. When I was really little, like 3 or 4, we had this old desk with an ink well hole in the top. I remember this hand wearing a glove came out and shook my hand. I then went and looked in the desk and nothing was in it.
Anybody messing around with occult stuff is remarkably foolish, and would be well advised:
a) to quit. NOW.
b) to repent and seek God's forgiveness and protection.
Read my long post above, it recounts the true story of the excorcist and how it all started with the Ouija board. Absolutely forbid them in your home ...
whoops, that’s just 2 stories for now.
“The impact made a loud bang, people screamed...”
“But the sidewalk on my block was eerily, deliberately vacant. Not a soul.”
Who screamed? Glad you’re alright though.
You got that right! People don’t realize what danger they are innocently getting themselves into.
Mostly the people on the hotel-side of the street, the ones who had gotten off the bus just before I did.
Those are weird stories indeed.
My parents taught me to have NO dealings with ouija boards or similar stuff ... and I have passed those lessons on.
Can let evil into this world
Pretty sure it’s already here.
Oh yeah, now I remember the other one.
I was like a young teen, I was walking with my brother outside, not really close to any structure or anything, and then a bunch of this slime, kind of like egg white splattered all over him.
A couple minutes later it evaporated. No idea what that was either.
The picture is at the bottom of Roaring Brook Falls which is a 325 foot waterfall though it is frozen solid at the time of the pic, and there have been numerous deaths of hikers and hunters in the area, many from getting too close to the edge on top and falling to their deaths.
I don't know what that thing is, looks like a guy with an axe or a hiking stick.
He stood up and yelled that he was Jesus Christ and about 10 guys tackled him and tried to cast the demon out and failed so they made him leave the church where he took all his clothes off and walked around naked until the police showed up and brought him to the psych ward.
He said the demon entered into him when he played with a ouija board when he was 8 years old.
This happened about 40 years ago. My parents had gone to a dinner party across the street. My oldest sister, Laurie, was in the living room & noticed a shadow moving at the end of the room. What was odd was that it was moving back & forth behind our KLH-9 speakers (which were about 6 feet tall). If the shadow was from something in the room it would have fallen on the front of the speakers. She had the distinct feeling this was my grandfather, who had passed away several years before. (He was a francophile & we were not allowed to call him Grandpa - he preferred the french ‘Granpere.’)
Another sister, also had a similar sighting of an odd shadow moving in another room of the house.
My parents came home very late & my sisters couldn’t tell my mother until the next morning. They each told my mother about their experience separately. They had not told each other. My mother was really upset about this & thought they were lying. She told my father about it, who gave her a funny look. Finally, he said, “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I woke up last night at & there was Grandpere standing at the end of the bed. He was there a moment & then gone.”
My mother had been grieving about my grandfather’s death, wishing he could’ve lived long enough to visit us in Hawaii where we lived at the time. She believes this was his way of saying, “I’m here. Don’t grieve.”
Probably because the Lord never told them to do it.
Ping so I can track this and read as it grows. Good fun.
This one is unexplained. We lived in a house built in 1925 in NJ back in the early ‘90’s. Nothing strange ever happened in the house except an incident when my young daughter was old enough to have conversations but had absolutely no exposure to ghost stories at all (nothing on TV like Casper, etc.). She told us one night in her bedroom she was talking to the little boy. We asked “what little boy?”. She said a little boy floated up the stairs and into her room and began speaking to her. Very strange. She was very young so maybe she made it up but at the time it was uncharacteristic for her to make up floating boy stories. We laughed it off with her and it never happened again.
My interpretation of such stories (not that you should care) is that they aren’t at all good. I am not saying it didn’t happen, only that I think it has nothing to do with heaven, or a heavenly spirit, or God. Somehow people tell stories like this (true or not) and feel comforted, I would feel no comfort at all from such an event.
I guess it all depends on one’s frame of reference. We were not raised in a church. My parents felt that such beliefs are best decided on in adulthood. They both had unhappy memories of being dragged to the Methodist church. So we basically believe in God & an afterlife, but are ‘open’ to what else is there. So this experience does tend to validate at least part of our beliefs.
My mother had her own peculiar experience as a young woman. For a series of weeks (like ten?) she would have a dream of a horrible death - like a child suffocated in a refrigerator. Then some days after there would be a story in the newspaper with identical circumstances she’d dreamed. No clue as to why the dreams started or stopped. No comfort in that sort of thing at all!
me too. I have a rather long story to post, but my son is waiting to get online so it will have to wait. Will check in later.....
Better to pay attention to All Saints Day than the debbils night.
Ok, I’ll tell you about what happened to my family but you won’t believe it.
We lived out in the country in a house we’d rented, it was 1984 or 1985, can’t remember which. My youngest daughter Janie was about 13 at the time and had been sleeping in an upstairs bedroom with my niece Sherry, who was 19. Because of the summer heat Sherry wanted Janie to start sleeping in her own room. The first room at the top of the steps.
We had a used twin bed that had been her older sisters bed but just hadn’t put it up yet because being in a strange house Janie had felt better sleeping with Sherry in her bed.
When my ex-husband put the bed together and told Janie she’d have to sleep in it, she begged us not to make her because she was afraid of being alone.
The first night Janie slept in the bed she came running to me crying and scared to death. “Mommy! Mommy! My bed just tried to kill me!” She cried. I said, “What?!!? No way her bed just tried to kill her. I was thinking she just didn’t want to sleep in that big dark room alone.
But Janie was trembling and crying and acting like she was scared to death, so I asked her how her bed had tried to kill her. She said it lifted it’s self up off the floor and tried to dump her over the banister. She said it came up and then tilted while she was hanging onto the side of it for dear life.
Her room was at the top of the stairs and didn’t have a wall, only a banister to keep you from falling to the first floor. But her story sounded so totally unbelievable that I told her she was just having a bad dream and go back to bed.
She didn’t want to go back to bed and I’m ashamed of my self yet today for making her go back and get in that bed but I did it. I made her go back to bed.
The next night the same thing happened. In the middle of the night Janie comes running screaming down the steps and right to me hanging on to me for dear life. “Mommy, please don’t make me sleep in that bed it tried to kill me again!” She was terrified. I’ve never seen anyone so terrified.
I hurts me still today that I still couldn’t find it in me to believe her. I believe in God, I believe in evil, but I couldn’t make myself believe that the bed was lifting up off the floor and trying to dump her over the banister. But seeing my child so terrified I couldn’t make her go back up stairs. I told her to sleep in her father and my bed.
The next day we all went to my Mother’s house and I told Mommy what was going on with Janie. And Mommy got on me for not believing her. My mother was a preacher, The United Fellowship Christian Center was the name of her church. And she told me that being a preacher, she’d seen evil first hand and that I should take what Janie said was happening to her serious.
Mommy made us all, my ex husband, Sherry, Janie, Mommy and me form a circle and hold hands and she prayed and then anointed us all on the forehead with oil.
I’m ashamed to say that I had the roll your eye’s type attitude that night when Mommy did that but I went along because she was my Mother and I always did what my Mother told me to do.
When we got home, when we walked into the house, we heard a loud bang on the floor upstairs. Then another, and another, and it was bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang non stop.
Every one of us looked at each other and we all took off upstairs to see what in the world? But when we got upstairs we saw the bed beside the banister coming up off the floor and bang right back down on the floor. Over and over it came up off the floor and bang, back down on the floor.
I screeched, “We gotta get the bible!” and we all ran downstairs just about running over each other. I grabbed the bible and we all ran back upstairs, and again we just about ran over each other getting there. And then I threw the bible on the bed.
We all stood there holding our breath waiting to see what happened. Nothing. The bed was quiet. There was a collective sigh of relief and we all went back down stairs thankful that the bed had stopped doing what none of us wanted to believe we’d seen it do.
It wasn’t two minutes after we’d gotten downstairs feeling relived before bang, bang, bang, bang, at a feverish pace, twice as fast and twice as hard as before bang, bang, bang, not a second between bangs.
We all ran back upstairs and my ex screamed, “Get out of here!” to me, said, “Take the kids and get out of the house NOW!” And he grabbed the mattress off the jumping bed and run down the stairs right behind us and we all ran outside.
We stood there, Sherry, Janie, and me holding my son who was a little over a year old, watching my ex run back and forth carrying out the box springs, headboard, foot board and rails of the bed. He put them all in a pile and then got our 5 gallon gas can and poured all 5 gallons on the pile and lit it up.
The bed burned and then smoldered for a whole week. My Mother came over and blessed the house and we never had any more trouble.
I have felt all these years that I let my child down because I didn’t believe her when she told me her bed was trying to dump her over the railing. And even though I know it happened to us, it’s still hard to believe. Even though you see it with your own eyes it hard to make yourself accept, that what you saw was possible.
What happened to us only strengthened my belief in God and I never rolled my eyes again when my Mother wanted us all to pray together or when she wanted to anoint us with oil.
Frickin’ scarin the S out of people by moving like a shadow and standing at the end or side of the bed is no way to reassure anybody, or comfort them.
Ephesian 6:11-12 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Romans 8:38-39 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I cast thee out, thou unclean spirit, along with the least encroachment of the wicked enemy and every phantom and diabolical legion. In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, depart and vanish from this creature of God.
I'm tempted to scream this at Obama and see what happens.
Ah kep on kickin eem an sayin ‘come outta thar’ but it wuz uh stubborn demon ‘n it wouldn’ come on out.
Well, none of the three were terrified by the event, so I guess Grandpere was being careful about such things. :-)
When I was a freshman in college (1986), some guys in my dorm got together and we used a Ouija Board. I did not believe it was real at all until I tried it. I was shocked at how easily the piece moved across the board. My roommate and I used it together and we spoke to a local “spirit”. We asked if it wanted to “speak” to anyone in the room. It moved to “yes”. When we asked “who” it quickly spelled out my name... We asked what it wanted to talk to me about and it spelled out “death”. We asked it “how?” and it quickly spelled out “fire”. We then hesitated but asked it “when”? It spelled out 198... and my roommate pulled his hand of yelling that he did not want to know...
The next morning our suite-mate, who was a devout Christian, said that he had horrible dreams all night about demons and Satan. We never used it again...
Needless to say, I did not die in a fire in the 1980’s but on December 31, 1989 I was at my then girlfriends house and her parents had me sleeping in the basement bedroom and it was a room with no windows. Had there been a fire in that house...